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Year 2: Day 147 – Whirlwind

One way
to play the game,
each day
always the same.

No wind
to stir the leaves
of stale contentment
in my tea.

I have needed a whirlwind
for a long, long time.
Things have been placid
for far too long.
It’s a shame, it’s a shame
when you look around
and see no chaos at all.

Someone new
can bring the storm
just once
for life to be reborn.

There are many ways
to play the game,
many ways
to bring the rain.

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